| When I was younger, a part-time job worker
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| Department store centre, I saw a man enter
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| He was middle-aged, deep lines on his face
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| Tight mouth and eyes glazed
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| Eyelids just half-raised
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| And I looked at him, he looked at me
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| He looked so sad, I had to see
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| What did he want, what could it be
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| What had he been through before me seeing him
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| In the store I worked for that year, that year
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| Ice skates he asked for, In the middle of summer
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| He wanted a good pair, the price he did not care
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| I looked for his size, our best pair he tried
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| Custom back and sides, excitement in his eyes
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| I asked are you a pro, he looked sad and said no
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| These skates are my last hope
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| Without them i cannot cope
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| And he said my wife, she drowned this summer
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| Behind our house, the river took her
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| I cannot swim, I need to find her
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| I will wait till it freezes over
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| And then I will skate, as far as it takes
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| I will skate as far as it takes, to bring her back home
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| To bring her back home, to bring her back home
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| Back home |